Old Apple

This old, half rotten tree provides the corner point for a fence by Shatton
Lane. From its branches I guess that it's an apple.

Bright green moss grows as a thin shaggy carpet on the lower boughs.
There are a few patches of greyish lichen above, splodges of pale green
below.

A robin sings from thorns across the lane.

Once again I've commuted to the Peak District for a day's drawing. This
is my main drawing of the day but I also draw an outcrop of shale (I'm
always aware of the ground beneath my feet) and a quick sketch of a stile
and a footpath sign.

I see the booklet that I'm intending to publish as a celebration of the
more intimate details of the Peak District; not the big moorland panoramas,
not the picture postcard perfection of the star-attraction villages. Posts,
tree trunks, stones, walls, streams, lichens, crows and cattle; the smaller
details, the ones you might overlook if you were compiling a tourist brochure
but which make a day here such a pleasure.